Remeber what your Thankful For...
"Listen up, everyone!" Apple Bloom called from the back of the room. Their teacher, Mrs. Cherrilee, decided to let them give out their small announcement before class started, since it didn't seem like they could wait until class ended. "We got somethin to tell y'all." She then gestured to Scootaloo and started passing out little, orange envelopes to the class, with the help of Sweetie Belle.
"We're going to have a Friendsgiving Feast at our clubhouse next week!" Scootaloo announced, as she walked to the front of the classroom, trying yet failing to contain her excitement. "That's right; on the day before Thanksgiving, every girl and boy in this class can come over and have a small Thanksgiving feast with us!"
Sweetie Belle came to Scootaloo's side, handing her two leftover invitations, and took over as the speaker. "We'll have a sack race, a pie eating contest, and a three-legged race after the meal!" She grinned and started writing down the activities on the whiteboard with a purple erasable pen. "And for the food; we'll have ham, lettuce, potatoes, and rolls!"
"We'll be as happy as a cat in a bag full a catnip if y'all come!" Apple Bloom interrupted, "an we hope ta see y'all there!"
All three bowed to signal the others that their speech was done. A light applause rose from the class, along with a few coughs. Irritated at this outcome, Scootaloo decided to improvise. "Theres a $50 prize to whoever wins all three competitions." The clapping instantly became more enthusiastic and shouts of 'I'll be there's' and 'you can count on me's' filled the room.
And while the CSC grins showed that they were excited to have the feast and give away $50 next week, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were anything but happy at the thought of giving away free money to a random peer.
"What made ya think Sweetie an I were happy about givin away money on Friendsgivin?" Apple Bloom asked Scootaloo after school as the trio was walking home. "Did ya ever think ta ask us first?!"
"Right in front of the whole class?" Scootaloo scoffed, "as if! You would have said no the nobody would come to our celebration at all!"
"If you knew that we would have said no, why did you say it anyway?!" Sweetie demanded, "It's not like just saying it without asking us first will change our minds! This is a team effort; you can't just make stuff up without asking us first!" She pounded her fish against her palm to emphasis her point.
"Just relax, girls," Scootaloo tried to reassure them, "only one or two people would have shown up if I hadn't told them about the prize."
"THERE WAS NO PRIZE TO BEGIN WITH!" The two girls yelled, already pretty annoyed with Scootaloo's antics. They probably wouldn't have gotten so upset so easily, but with the stress o the up coming holiday and the new stress of finding $50 Scootaloo put on them, they couldn't help themselves.
"Look, Scoots." Apple Bloom growled, placing her finger on the little tomboy's nose, "y'all better fork up fifty dollars by next week, otherwise our class is gunna be real mad at us, an they'll treat us like trash fer the rest of the year. Ah'm sure of it!""
"Just having one or two people show up would have been nice," Sweetie said, pushing the two apart to try and break up the fight before it started. "But you had to tell the class one of us has fifty dollars." She put a hand on Scootaloo's shoulder in a firm yet comforting manner. "I doubt any of us has that type of money, Scoots." She took a deep breath, not sure how to continue. "You need to think about what you say before you say it." She took her hand off of her friends shoulder and braced herself for the loud, yelling impact that would come.
But it didn't.
Instead, Scootaloo stiffened up and took a deep breath in, yet Not Apple Bloom nor Sweetie Belle could hear it come back out. "I'll just do things my way, then." Scootaloo mumbled, still as stiff as can be. "And think about who my real friends are, too, instead of befriending a couple whiny cheapskates that can't deal with a small surprise from time to time." She threw her arms in the air, flailed them around, almost hitting Apple Bloom and a random pedestrian, then stalked off towards her home.
"AT LEAST WE'RE NOT WANNA-BE JOCKS!"Apple Bloom screamed after her, then took a couple deep breaths to calm down. "Know what ah'm thankful fer, Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom scowled, watching her new ex-friend leave.
"What?" Sweetie asked, regretting the question a moment later.
"That people like Scoots ain't getta keep friends fer as long as you er ah do." Her little hands curled into tight, angry fists.
"You don't mean that, Apple Bloom." Sweetie scolded, "Scootaloo's your friend, and--
"WAS mah friend. I'm thankful we ended this whole darn friendship with her when we did." Unbeknownst to her or Sweetie, Apple Bloom's cutie mark had started to fade, the colors not as vibrant as before. "Who knows what kinda trouble she would have gotten us into?" The mark started to turn transparent, so you could see the shirt color behind it, yet still see the dull cutie mark colors as well. "An don't tell me ah don't mean that, Sweetie Belle. ah mean every word ah just said." She sighed, unclenching her fists as Scootaloo's stillhouse seemed to vanish down the hill. "C'mon, Sweetie. Let's start preparin fer this Friendsgivin' a ours." Sweetie, who was to scared to say something that might break the CSC's fragile state even more, simply hunched over and nodded, following Apple Bloom to the clubhouse. Bloom's mark wasn't visible in any way as they walked away from the school.
"What's up, squirt?" Rainbow asked, jogging up to an angry Scootaloo with a soccer ball cocked under her arm. Scootaloo was too busy to give Rainbow a lick of a smile, as she had her head down, her hands in her pockets, and was busy kicking a pebble otherwise. "Your classmates not interested in the Friendsgiving thing?"
"Oh, they were," Scootaloo said, jerking her attention away from the stone and giving it to her idol. "Yeah, they were really interested about it after I told them about the $50 prize."
Rainbow stopped in her tracks, the soccer ball she was holding dropped and rolled towards Scootaloo, who caught it in the nick of time. "Theres a $50 prize?" Rainbow squeaked, breaking out of her trance. "Forget what I said earlier, Scootaloo, I'm coming! I can just cancel the soccer game! Now, how do you earn this...prize..at your little feast?"
Scootaloo sighed. "I don't think there will be a prize." She picked up the pebble that laid at her feet and began to toss it in the air. "Apple Bloom got mad at me for blurting that out."
"It wasn't planned in you little speech you guys practiced?" Rainbow asked, knelling down as she tried to hide her disappointment and retrieved her ball. When Scoots shook her head, Rainbow asked her another question. "Was Sweetie Belle mad, too?"
"Nah, she was trying to break up the fight, then Apple Bloom said I needed to get the fifty dollars on my own by next we-"
"Scootaloo?" Rainbow interrupted, her face pale. She was still kneeling but staring at Scoot's shirt as if she had just seen a ghost. The soccer ball dropped, yet again, from her grasp and Scootaloo had to catch it again before it went down the steep, windy hill they were on.
She pocketed the pebble, put the soccer ball under her arm, then turned to face Rainbow. "What's up?" She asked.
"Scootaloo..." Rainbow repeated, slowly raising her head until their gazes met. "Your mark is gone."
"Hey, Apple Bloom, didja switch shirts or something when I wasn't looking?" Sweetie asked, taking a break from painting the Friendsgiving banner, her paintbrush raised in the air.
"That's a weird question..." Apple Bloom noted as she faced Sweetie, a hammer in one hand and nails in the other. "Ah didn't. Why did y'all ask that?"
"Oh..." Sweetie chuckled nervously. "No reason...it's just...your mark isn't where it usually is, is all."
"WHAT?!" The hammer fell to the clubhouse floor with a thud.
"I don't get it..." Scootaloo mumbled, looking down at where her mark once was. "I-it was there this morning, when we wee doing the announcement, and it was there right before A-Apple Bloom started fighting with me..." Rainbow retrieved her soccer ball again, kicked it onto a nearby grassplot, and sat on the grass next to it. "How can it be...gone..?" Scootaloo asked no one in particular as she sat on the other side of the ball.
"So, it was there when you told the class about your Friend feast celebration thing?" Rainbow clarified, "and gone after your fight with Apple Bloom?"
Scootaloo nodded, cupping her head in her hands. "I just don't understand..."
Rainbow leaned back, using her hands to keep herself up. "What did you say to Apple Bloom after school?"
"I dunno," Scoots shrugged, "stuff."
Rainbow looked at the little girl, quickly seeing in Scoot's face that she knew exactly what she said but probably didn't repeat it. She decided to try and lighten the mood. Sitting up, she placed her hands on her cheeks in mock-horror and yelled: "No wonder Apple Bloom's mad! 'Stuff' is the worst thing you can say to anyone!" She saw that she got a small smile out of the little one's face. "But, seriously, Scootaloo. Tell me what you said; it can't be that bad, right?" Scootaloo quickly frowned and turned her head to face away from Rainbow.
"Just tell me." Rainbow instructed. "I'll listen. I won't judge."
Scootaloo slowly turned her head back, reluctant of what Rainbow would think of her. They had been hanging out together a lot, lately, so it was easy for one to see how the other was thinking or what they were feeling, it was also easy to tell if one was lying or not. When her gaze met Dashie's, she saw that her eyes were full of genuine and sincerity.
She sighed, giving in, and finally decided to tell Rainbow what happened. "They told me it wasn't nice to just jump that surprise on them like that, and I guess I just...snapped..."
"What did you say?" Rainbow asked again, hints of irritation starting to crawl inside her voice.
She closed her eyes tight before continuing. "I said something like 'I'll just do things my way, then.' And... 'I'll think about who my real friends are, too, instead of befriending a couple whiny cheapskates that can't deal with a small surprise from time to time.'" When she didn't hear a response for a while, she opened her eyes and looked at her friend.
Rainbow's face was in a small state of shock, for she never knew the little squirt could sound so rude. "Woah..." Rainbow muttered when she finally saw Scootaloo looking at her. She scratched the back of her head, now wary of her favorite fan. "That was...uh..."
"Rude?"
"Yeah..."
"But it's true!" Scootaloo insisted, "they can't deal with a small surprise from time to time! It's like: lets have a prize" and there all like "no way, we're to 'sa~fe'! I am so, so grateful those two jerks didn't run after me or something!" Scootaloo's color; her skin, hair, clothes...everything started to fade right before Rainbow's eyes. "There probably at the clubhouse, making fun of me for--"
"Scootaloo! Stop! Your making it worse!" Rainbow cried, worried that Scootaloo would disappear, just like her cutie mark did, if she went on any further.
"What's wrong?" Scootaloo asked, clearly not seeing the problem.
"Look at your hand." Rainbow told her. When she got a confused look from the girl, she took Scoot's hand and raised it until it was at eye level with it's owner. Scootaloo stared at it like a death note had been written on it, switching her gaze to Rainbow then back every now and then.
"Your..." Rainbow gasped.
"How? When? What?" Scootaloo shook her head, trying to clear the confusion from it. All it did was give her a headache. "I'm.."
"Grey!" The two chorused simultaneously.
"This is all Scoot's fault!" Apple Bloom cried, trying to find her missing shirtie mark. "It was here in the mornin, when Scoots made up that stupid lie, and now it's gone!" Apple Bloom's colors began to slowly gray as Sweetie watched her rant. "Ah bet it disappeared right then an there, but we just didn't know bout it till now! Ah'll bet--" as the little farm girl raised her hand to throw a punch at the wall behind her, she noticed something strange.
"Ah---uh-ah...Sweetie Belle..." Apple Bloom asked, "when did ah turn gray?"
After a while, when two recovered from the shock of Scootaloo turning grey, Rainbow was the first to speak up. "I think I might've found the reason why your cutie mark is missing."
"Really?" Scootaloo asked, her eyes full of hope.
"Yeah," she said, "I think that when you start to bad-mouth Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle, that.. it affects your..." Rainbow groaned, thinking that she probably sounded like the nerdiest cheeseball in the world right now. "friendship and it takes away something thats important to you."
"Like my color?" Scotaloo asked, "or my shirtie mark?"
Rainbow nodded. "Exactly!" She said, "so, maybe the way to get your color and shirtie mark back is to say good things about your friends."
"Ex-friends." Scootaloo corrected, instantly making herself go fifty percent transparent.
"Watch it.." Rainbow scolded.
"Okay, lets try it out... uh... Apple Bloom has nice...hair?" She closed her eyes, expecting to feel tingly or something, as a way of showing she was back to her normal self. Nothing.
"Try saying something nice about both of them and meaning it." Rainbow offered, standing up and giving a hand to Scootaloo. She took it and pulled herself up as well. Rainbow started to walk down the hill, but Scootaloo stayed behind.
"What about the soccer ball?" She asked, wondering if Rainbow forgot it already.
"Leave it, I'll get it later."
"Okay." Scootaloo quickly caught up with Rainbow, finding a problem to the sporty girl's solution almost instantly. "I can't think of anything nice to say about them."
"They're both pretty friendly.."
"OK, I can find nice things to say about them, I just don't think I can mean them.." Scootaloo took the pebble out of her pocket from earlier and began to toss it up and down. "Not right now, I mean. I think I need Apple Bloom to apologize to me, first."
"How do we fix this?" Sweetie wondered aloud, frightened that Apple Bloom would stay gray for the rest of her life. "Do we sing a song, or can we just paint over the gray with your usual colors? Let's see...where's the red..?"
"Calm down, Sweetie Belle, ah'll be fine. Lets just focus on gettin this dun then we can see how ta fix this. Ah'll be real thankful if Scoots don't come round these parts an cause even more trouble." Apple Bloom instantly turned partially transparent, just as her cutie mark did.
Seeing this, Sweetie Belle rushed to her side and grabbed the hammer out of her hand. "Let's work on this later, Apple Bloom. And...be careful what you say, I think you might disappear along with your cutie mark.
"Crud."
Sweetie Belle lead her to the exit and down the ram, all the while saying; "Let's just try and find out a solution to this problem before it gets worse, okay?"
Apple Bloom sighed as she tried to find another way out of it but she couldn't. She figured that it would be better to go along with what Sweetie said for the common good, and so she wouldn't be gone forever. "Alright..." She mumbled, "but let's try an make this quick."
"Hold up...you think Apple Bloom should apologize to you first?" Rainbow asked, clearly upset. "Why?"
"Because she's the one who over reacted." Scootaloo said simply, "what, do you think I should apologize to her?"
"I think you should both apologize at the same time.." When Scootaloo gave her a look, Rainbow stopped, sighed, and decided to tell the girl of an experience she had that was similar to the one Scootaloo was in. "Look, I know it might seem like I'm taking Apple Bloom's side, or something, but I'm not." Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, not believing her. "Just hear me through, okay?" A stony stare was what she got in response. "If your giving me the silent treatment, it won't really work, since I'm about to tell the story anyways." Scootaloo rolled her eyes but gestured for Rainbow to go on nevertheless. Rainbow smiled at Scoot's antics and started the story.
"Last week, Applejack and I were coaching to get the football practice, for the school's game tomorrow. We disagreed on some stupid stuff, like if the football should be inflated all the way or not, if the players should have two helmets instead of one. She said some hurtful things, I said some really hurtful things...it didn't end well. Anyways, I was ranting to Sunset about our fight and she told me that Applejack had ranted on to her about it right before I came up. She noted that my color was grey and my shirtie mark was gone, same thing with Applejack."
"Did she suggest apologizing?" Scootaloo asked.
Rainbow nodded. "Yeah, she told me to try that, but I was to stubborn. I said Applejack was going to have to come to me. That's when Sunset told me I looked like an old timey-ghost, and, sure enough, when I looked down and my hand and my feet, they were now see-through. I played it cool, naturally..."
Scootaloo frowned. "You freaked out, didn't you?"
"Maybe..."
"Uh-huh." Scoots obviously wasn't buying it.
"Moving on," Rainbow scowled, "The next time I saw Applejack, she looked like a black and white ghost, too. She looked so paranoid; it was like her emotions were reflecting my own. I felt bad for her, and scared for the both of us, so I went up to her and apologized. I don't think I've ever been more sincere in my life than when I apologized to her. She accepted my apology, giving me one in return, and I accepted that one too. We hugged, to make up, and, when we were done, we both saw we were back to our normal state, in color and not see-through at all. See what I'm getting at?"
"Of course!" Scootaloo perked up, facepalming herself. "I was blind this whole time! I need to be the better person and apologize first!"
"Uh..." Rainbow mumbled, "not exactly... " She squatted until she was at eye level with Scootaloo, placing each hand on Scoots shoulders. "My point was that sometimes, no matter who you think is wrong or right, you need to kiss and make up, no matter what happened."
Scootaloo blinked, unresponsive for a split second. "Isn't that what I just said?" She finally asked.
"It's gettin late, Sweetie Belle; ah think we can try more solutions tamarra." Apple Bloom said through a stifled yawn She was covered in paint and had wood tapped to her arms and legs, making it difficult for her to walk. Sweetie had tried to staple the planks into Bloom's skin, but Bloom protested, saying that, even though she looked like a ghost didn't mean she was a ghost and that she could still feel pain just as easily.
"I dunno..." Sweetie mumbled. "We've tried everything, Apple Bloom. I think you need to apologize to her. Be the better person, ya know?"
"Yeah.." Bloom yawned again, "Ah guess so. Ah don't know, ah'll have ta sleep on it, Sweetie Belle."
Sweetie chuckled, stifling a yawn herself. "Good luck explaining this to your family!" She smiled, turning her back, heading towards her home. "Night, Apple Bloom."
Bloom smiled, waving goodbye. "Night, Sweetie Belle! See y'all tammara!
Scootaloo and Rainbow were up around noon the next day, both having an exhausting day prior. With Scoots friend drama and Rainbow's late football practice, they hadn't thought to set their alarms. They were lucky it was a Saturday.
" Do you really think it'll work, Rainbow?" Scootaloo asked as they neared Sweet Apple Acres. "You think she'll accept my apology? She can be pretty stubborn when she wants to be."
" Scootaloo, I am almost positive this will work out. Don't ya trust me?" Before Scootaloo could get a word out about all the sudden doubts she'd been having, Rainbow held out an arm to stop the schoolgirl from taking another step. "We're here!" She called, making Scootaloo look up from the ground to see Sweet Apple Acres stretch out before her.
How did we get here so quickly? Scootaloo thought, because the last time she looked up from the ground was when they were passing the school house, and that seemed like a minute or two ago.
"Do you really have to be here when I apologize?" Scootaloo asked Rainbow, "can't you just take my word for it when I say I apologized to her?"
"Hey, you're the one who asked me to come in the first place!" Rainbow pointed a finger at Scoots, looking rather offended. "Something about moral support? She placed both hands on her hips with a mocking scowl. "How can you not remember that? It only happened twenty minutes ago!"
Scootaloo bowed her head, as if to apologize, then looked back up at the sporty teenager. "Maybe this...whatever you call it....is messing with my memories?" She suggested. "I guess that would make sense; like...it's signaling I don't have much time to fix things before I vanish..."
"Then go and fix things!" Rainbow drilled with a quick yet gentle shove to the back, "and make it quick! I don't want a child to disappear on my watch! Literally!"
Scootaloo gave her a thumbs up before running to the clubhouse, where she could see the still-houses of her friends. Rainbow counted to ten then began to walk in the direction of the clubhouse as well. She didn't want to seem like a stalker, or overprotective, but she also wanted to see how the whole thing would go down.
"Apple Bloom! Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo called, running up the light blue ramp. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the state Apple Bloom was in; to put it quickly, it mirrored her own, expect her eyes seemed dead and there were nasty bags under them. "What in the world happened to you?" Scootaloo asked.
"Ah couldn't sleep," Apple Bloom droned, "ah could see though mah eyelids." She closed her eyes to demonstrate, and while the others should have seen just her eyelids, they saw her eyes as well. They both couldn't help but shudder at the sight.
Scootaloo now understood why Rainbow felt bad for AJ on the day she apologized. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, she spoke. "Apple Bloom? I'm sorry I announced a random prize without asking you first...I guess I wasn't thinking or something. I shouldn't have acted that way and I shouldn't have said the things I said." She turned her attention to Sweetie Belle, as well, since the next statement was directed at both of them. "In fact, I'm really, really happy and thankful that I have two amazing friends that are there to prevent me from doing stupid and insane things in my life." Sweetie smiled, for she had already accepted Scootaloo's plea. But Sweetie didn't matter at the moment. Apple Bloom did. "So..." Scootaloo paused, wondering if she should go on. Apple Bloom didn't seem that happy with her little speech, and Scootaloo felt like she was going to screw up with this carefully planned amendment at any second. "Do you accept my apology, Apple Bloom?"
"Ah don't know..." Bloom got a quick nudge in the side from Sweetie Belle, making her change what she was about to say, which was probably something like 'ah'll think about it' or 'not today'. "Ah shouldn't have gon crazy yestr'day. Ah should've realized that y'all only did it in a good intention. And while ah still probably would've been mad, ah highly doubt ah needed to be so rude ta y'all. Do ya accept mah apology, to?"
Scootaloo nodded. "Apology accepted?" She asked with her arms stretched out in a hug, wondering if it was OK to hug or not.
Bloom smiled. "Apology accepted." The both hugged, to make it official, both feeling a warm fuzzy inside. They broke up after a couple of seconds, the feeling lingering for a second or two longer.
"It worked!" A cheer came from behind them. They turned around to see Rainbow Dash at the bottom of the ramp, her fist raised in the air and a huge smile on her face. "It worked!" She cheered again, "your both back to normal!" The two looked at each other to see if what Rainbow said was true, and, to their astonishment, she was. Their color was back and they were no longer see-through, their marks were back as well, as vibrant as ever.
"It worked!" The trio squealed, jumping up and down with pure excitement. "It worked, it worked, it worked!!"
As soon as they calmed down enough to start talking without random, happy squeals, Apple Bloom fished a ten out of her pocket. "Maybe we can do a twenty dollar prize?" She asked, "ah have ten dollars, so you two can put in five, er somethin." Scootaloo and Sweetie exchanged a look before giving Apple Bloom her answer: two thumbs up. She smiled with joy and placed the ten back in her pocket. "We still need ta decorate our clubhouse fer the feast." She looked up at the roof of the treehouse, where the banner was going to be hanging from. "Wanna help?"
While Bloom was talking, Scootaloo had rushed inside the clubhouse to grab a tool box and a hard hat that Sweetie and Bloom had left in their over night. Scoots was back outside as soon as Apple Bloom asked if she wanted to help, and she seemed a little surprised that Scootaloo had gotten the supplies so quickly. "Do you even have to ask?" Scoots grinned. "We don't even have a week before Friendsgiving starts, and six hands are better than four, right?"
"Right!" Sweetie cheered. "Hey! Ten hands are better than six! I'll bet we can ask Applejack and Rainbow Dash if they want to help, too!"
Rainbow, who was waiting at the bottom of the ramp but not paying attention to their conversation, jumped at her name. "What do ya need me for?" She asked ask she walked up the ramp to where the trio stood.
"Wanna help us decorate for Friendsgiving? It'll be fun!" Scootaloo said, trying to hand Rainbow a wrench.
Rainbow shielded herself from the tool, the thought of work on a Saturday making her feel nauseated. "I'd love to, but I gotta go...uh...coach the football game!" She lied, not wanting to see disappointment on any girl's faces. "But..hey...I'll see ya at the feast, okay?"
"Okay!" Sweetie smiled, "see ya then!" Rainbow was running towards Sweet Apple's exit before Sweetie could finish her sentence.
By the next week, the CSC treehouse was decorated with hand-turkeys, Fall-colored streamers, and had enough tables set out for half of the school. At first, they didn't think that many tables was necessary, but Sweetie brought up the thought of the kids inviting their family as well. "It's better to be over-prepared than not prepared at all," she mentioned. "At least, that's what Rarity says."
The boys and girls first started coming one-by-one,and the CSC were worried that only five or ten would show up at best. But around one, a whole group of kids and teens were running towards their Friendsgiving party.
Rainbow had brought her friends, including the two Twilight's, (that part was really confusing, until Apple Bloom decided to hang a sign over Equestria-Twilight that said 'Call me "Twi"') and Diamond Tiara had brought most of her friends that attended a private school. They were just like her: snobby and obnoxious at first, but friendly and nice once you got to know them.
After the small feast, Rainbow wound up winning all of the activities; the three-legged race, the pie-eating contest, and the sack race. Scootaloo promised her the prize when their celebration started to wind down, which, despite all the activities being over, took a while. Bloom and Scootaloo entranced the audience of their tale of fighting and turning grey. Every couple minutes, the group that had just heard the story left and a completely new group took their place. It seemed like everyone in town was coming to Sweet Apple Acres to partake in the celebration!
At long last, Friendsgiving started to die down. People were leaving in small streams as they wished each other a Happy Thanksgiving. By the time the last person left, it was nearly seven o clock.
"Boy, that there was exhaustin." Apple Bloom remarked, lying on her back on the soft grass. "Ah think ah'm about ta hit the hay real soon. Ah don't have the energy to clean this all up right now."
"I don't think any of us have the energy to do anything right now," Scootaloo laughed, sitting on the flat platform of he ramp. "But it was pretty fun, despite us all being tired, huh?"
"Yeah..." Bloom and Sweetie agreed.
Sweetie, who was sitting in one of the many fold-down chairs, stood up and walked in between her two friends. "It was exhausting to deal with what happened last week, too." The two nodded in silent agreement. "Can we just make a promise to not fight again?" Sweetie asked, "or...is that to hard..?"
"Nah, ah think ah'll be able ta do it..." Bloom mumbled from her spot on the grass. It felt like she was on the edge of passing out, out of pure exhaustion.
"Me, too..." Scootaloo complied.
"Me three." Sweetie Belle piped up, thinking that, if she didn't agree to her own question, the other two might think she'd want to start a fight in the near future. But...then again...that probably wouldn't be the case.
"Alright, squirt.." Rainbow said, walking up to the group after a minute or two. "Let's getcha home."
Scootaloo smiled, jumped off the ramp from where she sat, then jogged towards Rainbow, trying her best to ignore the painful sting her feet gave her when she landed. "Night, girls. See ya later!" She called over her shoulder.
"Night!" They called back, "Happy Thanksgiving!"
"You, too!" She waved goodbye again, then turned around to discover Rainbow was at least three feet ahead of her. Scootaloo groaned, to tired to jog again, and called Rainbow's name instead. The prism haired girl turned around to see Scootaloo behind her, sighed, and waited for the girl to catch up.
Scootaloo finally caught up with her idol, her exhaustion clearly showing. "Thanks for helping me last week, Rainbow." She mumbled.
"No problem, kiddo!" Rainbow beamed. "Now, about my $20...?"
